“That’s the idea.”
I breathed out a laugh and shook my head, unable to tear my gaze from his cock. “No. I mean,fuckme. There is no way that thing is fitting.”
His shaft was long and thick, with a vein I wanted to lick running up the substantial length. I had a four-hour car ride to suffer through in the morning. Stuffing this monster inside me would absolutely not be a smart choice.
But I was so tired of making smart choices. I’d been doing it—or trying to—since I was sixteen. It was time to be a little stupid for once.
“No?” He stepped closer until he loomed over me where I kneeled on the bed. Then he slid his hand up the inside of mythigh and under the hem of my sweatshirt, immediately finding my pussy and sinking two fingers inside. “You think I didn’t make sure I got this sweet cunt nice and ready to take me?” he asked, though the question was rhetorical as he pumped in and out. “You think I didn’t make you wet enough?”
That, also, was rhetorical. Because I could hear exactly how soaked I was as he fucked his fingers into me, sliding a third inside and stretching me to take him. I sucked in a sharp breath and braced my hands on his broad chest, dropping my forehead to rest against the thudding beat of his heart.
“God, that feels good,” I breathed.
“Think I can make you come again with just my fingers?” he asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer and he was taunting me with it.
With my forehead pressed against his chest, I rocked my head from side to side—more out of disbelief than denial—even as I rolled my hips against his touch.
“No?” He pumped his fingers into me faster, then brought his thumb up to circle my clit. “Because it feels like your legs are already shaking, and we both know what that means.”
It meant?—
“Shit,” I breathed. “I’m gonna come again.” I couldn’t keep the disbelief from my tone, too focused on the sensations he was wringing from my body to even hope to hide anything.
He hummed deep in his throat, a self-satisfied sound. “Yeah, you are. All over my fingers. Soak my hand so I can stuff you full of my cock.”
Somehow, I was unable to do anything but. Just as a scream tore from my throat, he slammed his mouth down on mine, muffling the sound as he slid his tongue inside. Waves of pleasure rocked through my body as I ventured into uncharted territory with this man.
Four.Four.
What in the actual ever-loving fuck?
He hummed low in his throat, pressing his kiss to the corner of my mouth, beneath my jaw, then to the space just below my ear. Against it, he whispered, “There’s my good girl.”
A shudder ran through me at his words, so simple and innocuous, but loaded with more passion than should have been possible with a man I’d only just met.
Impossible but undeniable.
He slipped his fingers from my pussy, gripped the hem of my sweatshirt, and tugged it over my head in one smooth motion. As soon as my body came into view, he groaned, a deep, throaty sound, his eyes tracking over every bared inch of me.
That noise and the pure appreciation in his gaze immediately quieted any insecurities. I didn’t worry about the silver wisps of stretch marks across my lower stomach or the extra pounds on my hips I could never seem to lose. Not when he was staring at me like that.
“No bra?” He ran a hand over his mouth, the soft scrape of his beard against his fingertips sending a delicious shiver down my spine. “You were walking around in a bar with your tits bare, yet you want to be called a good girl tonight?”
“Told you I wouldn’t make it easy.” I grinned at him, walking my fingers up his bare chest. “But I’ve already figured out what I have to do to get you to call me one.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“I just need to come. And I bet if I come on that cock, you’ll be extra sweet to me.”
“You think I’m going to make you come on my cock, trouble?”
“I think you’re going to try.”
The corner of his mouth twitched in that almost-smile, there for a blink and gone just as fast. “There’s that try word again. I’d rather justdo.”
He grabbed a gold-foiled packet, and thank god he was prepared. The only condoms I carried around were for the average Joes, and my big guy was most definitely not average.
With his eyes locked on mine, he tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his length. As much as I wanted to watch his every move, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his. Not with the thousand dirty promises brimming in his eyes. Promises I desperately wanted to cash in on.
